Pan. Who, my cousin Cressida ? Serv. No, sir, Helen: Could you not find out that by her attributes? Pan. It should seem, fellow, that thou hast not seen the lady Cressida. Í come to speak with Paris from the prince Troilus: I will make a complimental assault upon him, for my business seeths. Serv. Sodden business! there's a stewed phrase, indeed! Enter PARIS and HELEN, attended. Pan. Fair be to you, my lord, and to all this fair company! fair desires, in all fair measure, fairly guide them! especially to you, fair queen! fair thoughts be your fair pillow! Helen. Dear lord, you are full of fair words. Pan. You speak your fair pleasure, sweet queen.-Fair prince, here is good broken music. Par. You have broke it, cousin and, by my life, you shall make it whole again; you shall piece it out with a piece of your performance :Nell, he is full of harmony. Pan. Truly, lady, no. Helen. O, sir, Pan. Rude, in sooth; in good sooth, very rude. Par. Well said, my lord! well, you say so in fits. Pan. I have business to my lord, dear queen: -My lord, will you vouchsafe me a word? Helen. Nay, this shall not hedge us out: we'll hear you sing, certainly. Pan. Well, sweet queen, you are pleasant with me. But (marry) thus, my lord,-My dear lord, and most esteemed friend, your brother Troilus Helen. My lord Pandarus; honey-sweet lord, Pan. Go to, sweet queen, go to:-commends himself most affectionately to you. Helen. You shall not bob us out of our melody; If you do, our melancholy upon your head! Pan. Sweet queen, sweet queen; that's a sweet queen, i'faith. Helen. And to make a sweet lady sad, is a sour offence. Pan. Nay, that shall not serve your turn; that shall it not, in truth, la. Nay, I care not for such words; no, no.-And, my lord, he desires you, that, if the king call for him at supper, you will make his excuse. Helen. My lord Pandarus, Pan. What says my sweet queen ?-my very very sweet queen? Par. What exploit's in hand? where sups he to-night? Helen. Nay, but my lord, Pan. What says my sweet queen?-My cousin will fall out with you. You must not know where he sups. Par. I'll lay my life, with my disposer Cressida. Pan. No, no, no such matter, you are wide; come, your disposer is sick. Par. Well, I'll make excuse. Pan. Ay, good my lord. Why should you say-Cressida? no, your poor disposer's sick. Par. I spy. Pan. You spy! what do you spy?-Come, give me an instrument.-Now, sweet queen. Helen. Why, this is kindly done. Pan. My niece is horribly in love with a thing you have, sweet queen. Helen. She shall have it, my lord, if it be not my lord Paris. Pan. He! no, she'll none of him; they two are twain. Helen. Falling in, after falling out, may make them three. Pan. Come, come, I'll hear no more of this; I'll sing you a song now. Helen. Ay, ay, pr'ythee now. By my troth, sweet lord, thou hast a fine forehead. Pan. Ay, you may, you may. Helen. Let thy song be love: this love will undo us all. O, Cupid, Cupid, Cupid! Pan. Love! ay, that it shall, i'faith. Par. Ay, good now, love, love, nothing but love. Par. He eats nothing but doves, love; and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love. Pan. Is this the generation of love? hot blood, hot thoughts, and hot deeds?-Why, they are vipers: Is love a generation of vipers? Sweet lord, who's a-field to-day? Par. Hector, Deiphobus, Helenus, Antenor, and all the gallantry of Troy: I would fain have armed to-day, but my Nell would not have it So. How chance my brother Troilus went not? Helen. He hangs the lip at something;-you know all, lord Pandarus. Pan. Not I, honey-sweet queen.—I long to hear how they sped to-day.-You'll remember your brother's excuse? Par. To a hair. Pan. Farewell, sweet queen. Pan. I will, sweet queen. To greet the warriors. Sweet Helen, I must woo you, To help unarm our Hector: his stubborn buckles, Yea, what he shall receive of us in duty, Par. Sweet, above thought I love thee. [Exeunt. Pan. O, here he comes.-How now, how now? Tro. Sirrah, walk off. [Exit Servant. Pan. Have you seen my cousin? Tro. No, Pandarus: I stalk about her door, Like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks, Staying for waftage. O, be thou my Charon, And give me swift transportance to those fields, Where I may wallow in the lily beds Propos'd for the deserver! O gentle Pandarus, From Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings, And fly with me to Cressid! Pan. Walk here i'the orchard, I'll bring her straight. [Exit Pandarus. Tro. I am giddy; expectation whirls me round. The imaginary relish is so sweet, That it enchants my sense; What will it be, Re-enter PANDARUS. Pan. She's making her ready, she'll come straight: : you must be witty now. She does so blush, and fetches her wind so short, as if she were frayed with a sprite: I'll fetch her. It is the prettiest villain:-she fetches her breath as short as a new-ta'en sparrow. [Exit Pandarus. Tro. Even such a passion doth embrace my bosom: My heart beats thicker than a feverous pulse; Enter PANDARUS and CRESSIDA. Pan. Come, come, what need your blush? shame's a baby.-Here she is now: swear the oaths now to her, that you have sworn to me.What, are you gone again? you must be watched ere you be made tame, must you? Come your ways, come your ways; an you draw backward, we'll put you i'the fills.-Why do you not speak to her?-Come, draw this curtain, and let's see your picture. Alas the day, how loath you are to offend day-light! an 'twere dark, you'd close sooner. So, so; rub on, and kiss the mistress. How now, a kiss in fee-farin ! build there, carpenter; the air is sweet. Nay, you shall fight your hearts out, ere I part you. The falcon as the tercel, for all the ducks i'the river: go to, go to. Tro. You have bereft me of all words, lady. Pan. Words pay no debts, give her deeds: but she'll bereave you of the deeds too, if she call your activity in question. What, billing again? Here's-In witness whereof the parties interchangeably-Come in, come in; I'll go get [Exit Pandarus. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord? Tro. O Cressida, how often have I wished me thus! a fire. Cres. Wished, my lord?-The gods grant!-O my lord! Tro. What should they grant? what makes this pretty abruption? What too curious dreg espies my sweet lady in the fountain of our love? Cres. More dregs than water, if my fears have eyes! Tro. Fears make devils cherubims; they never see truly. Cres. Blind fear, that seeing reason leads, finds safer footing than blind reason stumbling without fear: To fear the worst, oft cures the worst. Tro. O, let my lady apprehend no fear; in all Cupid's pageant there is presented no monster. Cres. Nor nothing monstrous neither? Tro. Nothing, but our undertakings; when we vow to weep seas, live in fire, eat rocks, tame tigers; thinking it harder for our mistress to devise imposition enough, than for us to undergo any difficulty imposed. This is the monstruosity in love, lady,—that the will is infinite, and the execution confined; that the desire is boundless, and the act a slave to limit. Cres. They say, all lovers swear more performance than they are able, and yet reserve an ability that they never perform; vowing more than the perfection of ten, and discharging less than the tenth part of one. They that have the voice of lions, and the act of hares, are they not monsters? Tro. Are there such? such are not we: Praise us as we are tasted, allow us as we prove; our head shall go bare, till merit crown it: no per- | fection in reversion shall have a praise in present: we will not name desert, before his birth; and, being born, his addition shall be humble. Few words to fair faith: Troilus shall be such to Cressid, as what envy can say worst, shall be a mock for his truth; and what truth can speak truest, not truer than Troilus. Cres. Will you walk in, my lord ? Re-enter PANDARUS. Pan. What, blushing still? have you not done talking yet? Cres. Well, uncle, what folly I commit, I dedicate to you. Pan. I thank you for that; if my lord get a boy of you, you'll give him me: Be true to my Jord: if he flinch, chide me for it. Tro. You know now your hostages; your uncle's word, and my firm faith. Pan. Nay, I'll give my word for her too; our kindred, though they be long ere they are wooed, they are constant, being won: they are burs, I can tell you; they'll stick where they are thrown. Cres. Boldness comes to me now, and brings me heart: Prince Troilus, I have lov'd you night and day For many weary months. Tro. Why was myCressid then so hard to win? Cres. Hard to seem won; but I was won, my lord, With the first glance that ever-Pardon me ;- Pan. Pretty, i'faith. Cres. My lord, I do beseech you, pardon me; 'Twas not my purpose, thus to beg a kiss: I am asham'd ;—Ó heavens! what have I done? For this time will I take my leave, my lord. Tro. Your leave, sweet Cressid? Pan. Leave! an you take leave till to-morrow morning,— Cres. Pray you, content you. Tro. What offends you, lady? Cres. Sir, mine own company. Tro. You cannot shun Yourself. Cres. Let me go and try: I have a kind of self resides with you; Cres. Perchance, my lord, I show more craft And fell so roundly to a large confession, Tro. O, that I thought it could be in a woman, When right with right wars, who shall be most right! True swains in love shall, in the world to come, Approve their truths by Troilus: when their rhymes, Full of protest, of oath, and big compare, Cres. Prophet may you be! As air, as water, wind, or sandy earth, Pan. Go to, a bargain made: seal it, seal it; I'll be the witness. Here I hold your hand; here, my cousin's. If ever you prove false one to another, since I have taken such pains to bring you together, let all pitiful goers-between SCENE III.-The Grecian camp. Enter AGAMEMNON, ULYSSES, DIOMEDES, NESTOR, AJAX, MENELAUS, and CALCHAS. Cal. Now, princes, for the service I have done you, The advantage of the time prompts me aloud As new into the world, strange, unacquainted: Out of those many register'd in promise, Cal. You have a Trojan prisoner, call'd Antenor, Yesterday took; Troy holds him very dear. Agam. Let Diomed bear him, And bring us Cressid hither: Calchas shall have [Exeunt Diomedes and Calchas. Enter ACHILLES and PATROCLUS, before their Tent. Ulyss. Achilles stands i'the entrance of his Please it our general to pass strangely by him, If so, I have derision med'cinable, Agam. We'll execute your purpose, and put on Achil. What, comes the general to speak with me? You know my mind, I'll fight no more 'gainst Troy. Agam. What says Achilles? would he aught with us? Nest. Would you, my lord, aught with the general ? Ajax. Ay, and good next day too. [Exit Ajax. Achil. What mean these fellows? Know they not Achilles ? Patr. They pass by strangely: they were us'd to bend, To send their smiles before them to Achilles; Achil. What, am I poor of late? 'Tis certain, Greatness, once fallen out with fortune, Must fall out with men too: What the declin'd is, Do one pluck down another, and together out Something not worth in me such rich beholding As they have often given. Here is Ulysses; I'll interrupt his reading. How now, Ulysses? Ulyss. Now, great Thetis' son? Writes me, That man-how dearly ever parted, Achil. This is not strange, Ulysses. The voice again; or, like a gate of steel, Heavens, what a man is there! a very horse; That has he knows not what. Nature, what things there are, Most abject in regard, and dear in use! How some men creep in skittish fortune's hall, As misers do by beggars; neither gave to me Good word, nor look: What, are my deeds forgot? Ulyss. Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back, Wherein he puts alms for oblivion, A great-siz❜d monster of ingratitudes : As fast as they are made, forgot as soon Or, like a gallant horse fallen in first rank, Though less than yours in past, must o'ertop Remuneration for the thing it was ! High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, One touch of nature makes the whole world kin,— And give to dust, that is a little gilt, And drave great Mars to faction. I have strong reasons. Ulyss. But 'gainst your privacy Achil. Ha! known? Ulyss. Is that a wonder? Achil. I do believe it: for they pass'd by me, | The providence that's in a watchful state, |